Three Good Things

Three Good Things

When I’m at my mom’s for a week, that’s enough time for me to settle in and for good things to happen. These were three: 1. On Roxie’s morning and evening walks, we often saw deer. Most of the time, they saw us first and bolted into the woods, leaving a bobbing white...
Thanksgiving or Takesgiving?

Thanksgiving or Takesgiving?

[Note: This post from 2021 is repeated because it’s still relevant.] Thanksgiving? Or Takesgiving? It depends on your perspective. It depends on the story you tell yourself. If you tell yourself that Manifest Destiny is your divine right, that we are bringing...
Googling Cherry Tomatoes

Googling Cherry Tomatoes

My mom has become convinced that cherry tomatoes are not real tomatoes, but some genetically manufactured fake. I told her they’re just a different variety. She blew me off. I didn’t understand it. I’ve seen Mom eat cherry tomatoes. In our packaged dinners with their...
We Don’t Say What We Want

We Don’t Say What We Want

My brother Eric said he wanted to surprise his birth mother. He planned to knock on her door five to ten minutes after I got there. I didn’t know if a surprise visit was a good idea for a mother 82 years old, but it’s his birth mother and his decision. Eric and I...
Meeting My Brother’s Birth Mother

Meeting My Brother’s Birth Mother

On Sunday (today, if you are reading this on Sunday), I will visit my brother Eric’s birth mother. There are unnamable feelings, like an oil slick on water, or a Labrador of dog hair in my chest. I try to tease them apart, to understand, make sense. The only feeling I...
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